Not So Fast.

This was edited April 2014 from its original first published as part of my July 2010 letter.

The whole experience of sifting through my grandparents’ life was a wonderful, belated gift from them. I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it right up until the day of the auction. THAT, without a doubt, was the most exhausting work I’ve done in years and years, possibly ever. Holy smokes! Those crazy auctioneers don’t take any breaks. It was just a constant stream of stuff coming out of the house; stuff we carried outside, held up in the air, delivered to the buyer, and repeat. It took me a full day just to recover enough to feel like crap. I couldn’t feel my legs for 12 hours afterward. I was so dehydrated I was functioning as a human dehumidifier.

Of course, not all great moments in life come without a price and this turned out to be no exception. As much as I enjoyed doing all this work it did take a toll on my health. Whereas my last letter I was bragging about my Sarcoidosis going into some sort of remission and getting off my meds, this letter will finish with the reverse. I’m not as bad as I was at my worst, but I definitely overdid things. Again! And I have no doubt that the Sarcoidosis is back (not that it ever fully left imho). I’m not on any meds yet and hopefully won’t have to, but I do have some difficult days.

Recovery from this nonsense, as always, is slow. It would seem I’m not allowed to have fun or help out anymore. And as much fun as being perpetually lazy may sound, it is terribly overrated. But there is a silver lining to this unfortunate turn of events, thankfully. I attempted some more physiotherapy while here to try and help the back pain issues I continue to have (I still think they have to be separate and unique from the Sarcoidosis). The physiotherapy itself was yet another failure, but the practitioner was a smoking hot young gal who basically had to bear hug me and bounce on me while I lay on a padded table! And my wife’s employee health plan paid for it. That’s as close to spouse-sponsored infidelity as I’m likely ever to get! Does life get any better than that?